I wish I was one of those cool people who wear winter hats inside.
But I just can’t fricking hear anything.

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I always feel a sense of accomplishment when I finish my leftovers before they grow mold.
I guess you have to appreciate the little things.
The really little things …
Yep, just heard that Christmas classic for the first time this holiday season compliments of Pandora.
Let the wretched attempts to hit that high note begin …
(Listen and sing along here!)
OK, so I’ve only been sitting at Starbucks working furiously for the past three-ish hours, and I’ve already heard four different versions of the “Little Drummer Boy.” If you recall, that’s a song that I have a particular aversion to.
Why? Well, because of all the “pumming.” Call me Scrooge, but do you know how many pums I’ve listened to today?
No?
Let me tell you:
4 per line
24 per verse
72 per song
288 total pums!
OK, so today I discovered that I am actually only having irksome noise problems with one shoe. Righty is the sole offender (hehe, get it?!)
Thus, I now run in one Green Silence and one Green Squeaker.